"Can you still speak?" Qiongying straightened his posture and continued the interrogation.
Her tone was very good, but in Xiahou Jue's ears it was bone-chilling, like the soul-calling sound in hell.
"Yes, yes, I say..." Xiahou Jue nodded repeatedly. He knew exactly what Han Yue Qiongying meant by his words. If he could not speak, he would have to continue to accept inhuman torture.
"I don't have much patience." Qiongying gently rubbed her forehead, showing that she was a little impatient.
"I said that wizards use living people to create undead. These living people are all strong. They wear down their will. When the physical body dies, they extract their consciousness and inject the heart blood of the operator. Then it becomes
Undead.”
"The undead have only a weak consciousness, but their bodies are extremely strong and can withstand powerful illusions. The undead that fail to make become undead. I only know that this is how the undead are made. I don't know the specific process. I only have advanced skills.
Only wizards understand."
After Xia Houjue finished speaking intermittently, he secretly glanced at the woman on the chair. The shadow of the cold moon was astonishingly beautiful, but also astonishingly cold.
Before Xia Houjue finished reading, Caiyi stepped on his head. He dared to peek at the Lord, he was really tired of living!
"Ah!" Xiahou Jue groaned, and the burns on his face rubbed onto the ground, making him tremble all over in pain.
"Are you finished?" Qiongying asked casually, rubbing his forehead.
"That's it, let me go." Xia Houjue struggled for a while and begged.
"I don't like people who know but don't speak, Luo Yi." Qiong Ying ordered lightly.
"Yes, Lord." Luo Yi nodded, and then picked up a strange torture instrument. The sharp hook gave off an eerie cold light.
"You can't torture me! I've told you everything I know, let me go!" Xia Houjue yelled like crazy. He had never seen such a torture instrument and didn't know how to use it, but he could imagine it.
How terrifying.
Cai Yi immediately stuffed his mouth, and Luo Yi walked in step by step.
"Well, stop, I, I said, say..." Xia Houjue squirmed and squeezed out a few words through his teeth.
"Don't scream. Speak calmly." Caiyi let him go.
Luo Yi also threw down the torture tools, as if he knew what you were interested in.
Xia Houjue had to say, "The strength of the undead has almost exceeded the eighth level, and all functions of the body are very powerful. Unless the operator makes them commit suicide, no one can kill them."
"Perhaps there are strong people whose cultivation exceeds the eighth level, and may be able to kill them. But beyond the eighth level, it is probably the ninth level. Currently, no one on the mainland can reach the ninth level."
Speaking of this, Xia Houjue was very unwilling, so he was so unscrupulous, but he didn't expect to fall into the hands of Yan Dian! All this is because that bitch Luo Wanqing made his own decisions! When he returns to Dongyue, he will definitely teach him a lesson
Bitch!
"But don't try to kill the operator. Once the operator dies, the undead will lose control, become insensitive, and become a real evil ghost. No one knows what the consequences will be. Only by using the undead can you kill the undead that have lost control.
I have already said it, please let me go." Xia Houjue begged.
"Are you sure you told me everything?" Qiong Ying half-smiled but her patience was about to run out.
"...Yes, yes." Xia Houjue nodded in horror, feeling a little guilty. Han Yue Qiongying's eyes were so terrifying, even scarier than his father.
"Extract the soul of the undead and put it into a container. You seem to have forgotten to mention it." The voice was neither soft nor serious, but it was bone-chilling.
Xia Houjue was shocked, with a look of sadness on his face, and could only say again: "I, I was nervous for a moment, so I forgot something. The container contains the soul of the undead, that is, the consciousness, and the soul is born attached to the container."